Game Over: The Death of Self

Game Over: The Death of Self

“I was born ready,” he says. “Will you die ready?” I reply. On Tuesday night, my mother told me for the first time that she died as a five-year-old child. She storytold being at the bottom of the pool, then a shadow breeched the surface, followed by a darkness...
The Rise???? of Fall????

The Rise???? of Fall????

Today is the first day of Fall, and today and tomorrow are the Autumnal Equinox. ????⚖️ Autumnal Equinox: two days when the sun is located just above the Earth’s equator and day and night are roughly equal In light of my favorite season rising, I wanted to share...
???????? Unbecoming Forgotten

???????? Unbecoming Forgotten

I know:     You are special. Yet at some point:     You forgot. Maybe One forgot by accident. Some choose to misremember on purpose. Others see their potential, but outer voices convince them to stay forgotten. So people no longer know their own innerVerse of old...
Don’t Fall Down The Rabbit Hole

Don’t Fall Down The Rabbit Hole

PermissionThe boy said, “Daddy, is it okay if I just call you ‘Dad?’”I replied that I appreciated him asking, but explained it was his choice.”Okay, I’m going to call you ‘Dad,’” he said.ConfirmationOver 14 years ago, I invited an old school friend...
A Writer’s Carol – by Mr. (Scrooge) Villalva

A Writer’s Carol – by Mr. (Scrooge) Villalva

Do you remember the moment you knew you were meant to be a writer?I’ve read about people knowing at an early age that writing was their purpose. Their early calling compels me to take on a Scrooge-like demeanor because I’m not that writer.I’m a late bloomer and that...
3 Life Lessons from The Write Practice Retreat (fun photos included)

3 Life Lessons from The Write Practice Retreat (fun photos included)

A woman holding a rose in a book waited for me. The plane landed and I texted her I was in route to the agreed upon atrium. As I disembarked the aircraft, I began to consider why I put myself in this situation. Was I mentally prepared to surround myself with strangers...